BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- The whole industry been in shambles
- Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
- Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
- Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
- I like my raps extra prolific
- Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
- And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
- While juggling gang banging, my balancing was tremendous
- And now we look at the competition as quick submission
- They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss 'em
- What this about, is it money or skill?
- Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
- You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
- I can see y'all incapable
- To be the God emcees, you know me well
- Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
- Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
- I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
- Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
- We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
- Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
- It's like an 8 ball to the face nowadays
- I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
- It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
- Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
- Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
- And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
- Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
- This is what they want, I'm the one
- This is vintage from 1990 somethin'
- I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas on
- Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
- I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
- He probably let me get some head inside the residence
- I'm in the White House going all out
- Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans
- Nothing more influential than rap music
- I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
- I mix black soul with some rock and roll
- They never box me in, I'm David Blaine ing all you hoes
- Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
- My juvenile was wilder than the NOLA
- A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
- Runnin' this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
- A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
- D Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
- It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
- And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain't for him
- Probably thinking it's for him, only one me
- Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
- Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
- Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
- To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
- I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
- My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
- Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
- You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
- Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
- So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
- Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
- I tell a bitch don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
- I kill this whole fuckin' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
- Ib should've never sent the instrumental
- Every time I start writing I get sentimental
- This shit is just not fair
- But why the fuck should I care?
- The story of your life here
- Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here
- Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
- Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
- But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
- Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
- Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
- Is not validation, nigga this TDE
- And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
- And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations
- Whoa
- Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
- Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
- I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
- I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
- My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
- I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
- The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest
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